Jesus Savior Pilot Me

Today I am frustrated!  There is so many  new things I want to learn and do but there is not time in the day  or $ to spend to learn it all. I feel like a cat chasing 300 mice!
It was super windy out but the sky  was clear and the sun was shining down with a  warm radiance that felt like it came  from heaven. I  knelt down on the ground outside and shivered from the wind and began to feel the warmth of the sun as I prayed.
As I prayed I was taken to  the middle of the ocean in a ship, my ship.  I was at the helm looking at a range of 360 degrees of direction I could steer.  Behind me was choppy sea and rocks and many things that I had just navigated through.  I stood on my deck and looked up to heaven and said "I dont want to drive my boat. I dont want to steer any more." In my heart I had the feeling of knowing that God could steer my ship much better than I ever could. I knew he could, and I knew I could ask Him to take the helm.  I let go of  the helm and stood back waiting for God to take over.

Then Christ came.
 He put his right hand on the helm and what he did next surprised me.  Without saying a word he put his left hand at the small of my back and directed me to stand in front of the helm. He  then took   my hands and placed them on the helm and placed his pierced hands over mine. I stood for a few minutes with Him behind me helping me gently  guide my ship. We sailed East towards dark clouds with lighting dancing all through them, but I felt at peace.
The vision faded  I was onceagain aware of being outside in the sunshine with tears on my face. Then the words of one of my favorite hymns flooded my memory.

Lyrics

1. Jesus, Savior, pilot me

Over life's tempestuous sea;

Unknown waves before me roll,

Hiding rock and treach'rous shoal.

Chart and compass came from thee;

Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

2. As a mother stills her child,

Thou canst hush the ocean wild;

Boist'rous waves obey thy will

When thou say'st to them, "Be still!"

Wondrous Sov'reign of the sea,

Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

3. When at last I near the shore,

And the fearful breakers roar

'Twixt me and the peaceful rest,

Then, while leaning on thy breast,

May I hear thee say to me,

"Fear not; I will pilot thee."

Text: Edward Hopper, 1818-1888

Music: John Edgar Gould, 1822-1875